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"
Get
you
on
my
beast
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
’
ll
hold
the
bridle
.
I
can
find
my
way
better
on
foot
.
And
do
you
others
each
take
a
led
horse
.
The
road
we
’
re
travelling
is
none
so
wide
,
and
we
’
ll
make
better
speed
that
way
.
"
The
troopers
docilely
did
as
they
were
bidden
,
and
the
weary
groom
was
hoisted
on
David
’
s
grey
gelding
.
The
change
seemed
to
ease
him
,
and
he
lost
his
air
of
heavy
preoccupation
and
let
his
eyes
wander
.
The
birch
wood
gave
place
to
a
bare
hillside
,
where
even
the
grey
slipped
among
the
screes
and
the
four
horses
behind
sprawled
and
slithered
.
They
crossed
a
burn
,
surmounted
another
ridge
,
and
entered
a
thick
wood
of
oak
,
which
David
knew
cloaked
the
environs
of
Calidon
and
which
made
dark
travelling
even
in
the
strong
moonlight
.
Great
boulders
were
hidden
in
the
moss
,
withered
boughs
hung
low
over
the
path
,
and
now
and
then
would
come
a
patch
of
scrub
so
dense
that
it
had
to
be
laboriously
circumvented
.
The
groom
on
the
grey
was
murmuring
to
himself
,
and
to
David
’
s
amazement
it
was
Latin
.
"
Ibant
obscuri
sola
sub
nocte
per
umbram
,
"
were
the
words
he
spoke
.
David
capped
them
.
"
Perque
domos
Ditis
vacuas
et
inania
regna
,
Quale
per
incertam
lunam
.
.
.
"
The
man
on
the
horse
laughed
,
and
David
,
looking
up
,
had
his
first
proper
sight
of
his
face
.
It
was
a
long
face
,
very
pale
,
unshaven
and
dirty
,
but
it
was
no
face
of
a
groom
.
The
thin
aquiline
nose
,
the
broad
finely
arched
brow
,
were
in
themselves
impressive
,
but
the
dominant
feature
was
the
eyes
.
They
seemed
to
be
grey
-
-
ardent
,
commanding
,
and
yet
brooding
.
David
was
so
absorbed
by
this
sudden
vision
that
he
tripped
over
a
stone
and
almost
pulled
the
horse
down
.
"
I
did
not
look
,
"
said
the
rider
,
in
a
voice
low
-
pitched
and
musical
,
"
I
did
not
look
to
find
a
scholar
in
these
hills
.
"
"
Nor
did
I
know
,
"
said
David
,
"
that
Virgil
was
the
common
reading
of
Leven
’
s
men
.
"
They
had
reached
a
field
of
wild
pasture
studded
with
little
thorns
,
in
the
middle
of
which
stood
a
great
stone
dovecot
.
A
burn
falling
in
a
deep
ravine
made
a
moat
on
one
side
of
the
tower
of
Calidon
,
which
now
rose
white
like
marble
in
the
moon
.
They
crossed
the
ravine
,
not
without
trouble
,
and
joined
the
main
road
from
the
glen
,
which
ended
in
a
high
-
arched
gate
round
which
clustered
half
a
dozen
huts
.
